Yesterday the normally placid River Lot was raging over the weir at Clairac.
Waves were breaking over the safe, shallow beach where parents bring their toddlers to paddle during the height of summer. We stood on the terrace alongside the restaurant where we've danced on hot evenings and looked down on great tree trunks rolling in the turbulence.
The rain of the last few days has met the snow melt waters coming down off the Massif Central and the torrent presages spring.
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